Royal Tang Club.
Henry Ronan's tall and upright figure ambled into the parking lot, bent over and sat in the back seat, with a faint smile on his face, "What brings you here again?"
The elderly Mrs. Ronan gazed straight ahead, sitting with poise as she quietly said, "I heard you've been getting close to a girl named Lucy Ansley recently?"
The car was silent for several seconds before the man calmly curved his lips, "Who told you that?"
"Never mind about that, just tell me the background of this girl you're giving special treatment to."
In family matters, choosing a wife is not just about looks and appearance; etiquette, upbringing, intelligence, and means are equally essential.
From her understanding of little Nine, if Lucy Ansley didn't have something extraordinary, she couldn't have attracted his attention.
"Didn't Archie already help you check?" Henry Ronan turned and looked at the elder's stern expression, replying playfully, "I know just as much as you do."
